Millie could tell Winston was humbled. He carried a helplessness unbefitting of his young age; he hadn't even hit 30.Winston gained fame too early in life. He gave off a feeling that he was older than his actual age, like a man in his 30s or 40s, when in fact, he was just two years older than her. He was slightly more mature than her. That was all."That'll depend on your behavior." Millie had given him a chance. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have stood in the cold with him, freezing in just a thin layer of clothes.He whispered, "Will you come to my place tomorrow night?" He sounded unsure and worried about her rejection."Well, your hand is injured, and I promised your grandmother and mom to take care of you. So, I'll be there." She tilted her head playfully. A dim ray of streetlight illuminated her figure.She had no idea how seductive she appeared at the moment.He wanted to give her a hug. He didn't mind Millie crying, punching him, or venting to him. Too bad he wasn't in a
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